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Banks & Steelz

Genres: Electronic

Love And War Lyrics - Banks & Steelz

You could've been mine but 

You could've been mine but 

You could've been mine but 

You putting me in line 

If all is fair in love and war 

If all is fair in love and war 

All is fair in love and war 

What are you keeping score for? 

 

Yo, ayo 

She fucked around and cut up my rhyme books to shreds 

She caught me fucking her friend in our bed 

I used to try to tell her stop talking to the fellas 

Come around with that short ass dress and short [?] 

Zigliani shit, D to the crib 

Balenciaga wrist, a gift from the kid 

But we stay beefin, boo with no broccoli 

Every time I come in the crib I'm in a hot seat 

Breaking all my watches, gold plate Versace 

You said you didn't mean that shit cause you was toxic 

Probably argue everyday as a hobby 

We used to be like Claire and Bill Cosby 

So what the hell, we held hands on the regular 

Writing "I love you" on napkins on the table, love 

Capiche, depends on the season 

Cause as soon as June July hit, we beastin' 

Not speaking, it increases 

Feel like my love had to depletion 

Then we get back together, that's decent 

But last week you keep my Benz and that's recent 

 

She's bitching, I'm bitching 

She's switching, I'm switching 

She's talking, I'm not listening 

I'm bitching about her in the kitchen 

If all is fair in love and war 

If all is fair in love and war 

All is fair in love and war 

What are you keeping score for? 

 

She's high maintainence, she lacks patience 

But for her love there's no replacement 

Face to face, waste to brace and men chase to taste it 

Most will get strung for the first engagement 

I met her on the downtown streets down east 

Now it seems she's always around me 

And our love has astounded me, bounded me 

There's no way I can break free 

A servant to her will, I'm emerging to her feel 

I pour my heart out and she let my love spill 

Out on the floor when love change to war 

Both tryna win, tryna claim galore 

Infatuation, walking fabrication 

Kept alive through imagination 

Opposite sides attract and collided 

The collision was a bad decision 

Two lovers trapped in one prison 

Tryna separate like nuclear fission 

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